AN- Hey this is my shot at the Hundred Word Challenge! This first one is a little violent, I kind of surprised myself. I think it turned out good but you guys should review so I can figure out if it's just my ego talking!

Red POV

I'm grateful Granny Relda lets me stay in her home with her family. I wish they were my family too, but Daphne's the only one (besides Granny) that doesn't look at me like I'm psycho. Although, maybe I am … NO, I can't even think that. I was crazy, but not anymore. Well, for the most part anyway. I still have those dreams.

Dreams. Most people love them; it's the only escape from their life. The one time of day they can just get away from it all and live out their wildest fantasies. Some even daydream. But I'm not like them. Just the word alone sends chills up my spine. I always have the same dream, and it always haunts me. Every night, I wake up screaming and panicked. The dream nearly drives me back to insanity. It's not really a dream, more like a memory. It's from early in my childhood, back when my family still put up with me.

The dream starts out with us sitting around the dinner table. I'm rambling about something unimportant and the relief on my family's faces is plain. They're glad I'm not screaming, they're glad I'm somewhat calm. But along with the relief is anticipation. The clam never lasts. It's like the eye of the hurricane; there's a brief break from the storm, but it always comes back. Granny already moved into a cottage far away in the woods, Doggie already ran away. It's just me, my parents, and my baby brother Cole. For the moment, it's peaceful.

Then Cole shatters the calm with an angry cry. It makes me mad; blinds me with rage. We're out of the eye and back in the storm. I scream at him to shut up. Cole merely cries harder. My parents are frightened. My mom moves to grab Cole, but it's too late. I grab her dinner knife and threaten her. She moves away, convulsing into silent sobs. She knows what's coming. Mother always knows.

"One last chance," I tell Cole. He keeps crying, but not for long. I stab his small foot. He screams and passes out. My dad is yelling something. I tune him out. All I can see is Cole's blood dripping from the knife's blade. It is red, a deep, wonderful scarlet. I crave more. I need more. My hand comes down once more; then again and again and again till Cole is dead. I realize what I've done and begin sobbing. I wipe the knife on my cloak and see that it's already dyed red with his blood.

Now I'm happy. A sick twisted kind of happy. The kind of happy only an insane person can experience. Cole lives on through my cloak. I make a silent vow then and there. I will always wear my cloak in his memory. I will never forget Cole. Everyone soon began calling me Red Riding Hood. They never stopped calling me that. I grew to love my new name. That was so long ago, I can't even remember my birth name. I wake up screaming, just as I do every night.

"Don't worry Red, it's only a dream," says Daphne next to me. I want to believe her but I can't. It's more than a dream, it's my life. It's my nightmare.

AN I just thought this would be a good way to explain Red's name and how her brother disappeared. It's a little too violent for me, but I think it worked. Please review.